Sharon's birthday!

Jim hopped out of bed, his eyes wide as he realized he hadn't gotten her a present yet. He jumped into and out of the shower, brushed his teeth, and ran a worn-out comb through his hair, and then

Jim picked up his phone and dialed Shanon's number. He waited for the phone to be picked up twelve rings. No answer. Odd. She is always home, especially for her own birthday. Maybe something happened to her...

Jim pulled into of Sharon's driveway, still wondering why she had not answered the phone. Noticing that her sport utility vehicle was not the drive (maybe she had to park around the corner, he thought), he became somewhat more concerned. Still, he figured it would turn out he'd just caught her in the shower or whatnot. He used his key to enter through her kitchen door. "Hey birthday girl! Guess who?" he called out loudly, but heard no response. "Sharon?" he said as he headed up the stairs to the second floor. "Hon?" he querried as he knocked softly and entered her bedroom. He found her bed empty; but then he noticed

"Sharon?" Jim called out?

No answer. "Note to self," a new teddy might make a good gift."

He could hear the shower running and decided to have a peek. He stuck his head in the bathroom. The steam made visibility negligible. He could hear Sharon contentedly humming to herself in the shower.

"Shar?" He asked.

"Oh! Jesus, Jim, you scared me. Don't creep up on people in the shower like that. Shades of Tony Perkins."

Sharon killed the shower and stepped out. Jim's jaw dropped. His girlfriend of three years (who had always been a very healthy 36C) was now sporting breasts that had to be at least...